Bulao Mountain, in a dark secret room.

Wu Qianshu sat cross-legged on the ground, caressing a long sword in his hand.

The sword is three feet and six minutes long, and the scabbard is pitch black throughout, and the scale armor is as fine as a grain of rice wrapped around the outer layer of the scabbard.

In the dim light of the secret room, the scale armor flickered like a streamer, emitting bursts of ghostly light.

The entire body of the sword was hidden in the pitch-black scabbard, and the sheath made of pure gold stuck the sword body in the scabbard.

Wu Qianshu looked greedily at the long sword in front of him, and held one palm firmly on the slender hilt.

The two ancient and vigorous seal characters on the hilt of the "Falling Moon" sword were reflected in Wu Qianshu's eyes.

This sword is the sword left by Lin Fan's father.

In the dim light, Wu Qianshu's slender palm tried to pull the long sword out of its scabbard.

A trace of powerful vitality was infused into his palm, Wu Qianshu's fair face rose a touch of blood red, and the green tendons in his neck violently bulged and jumped.

It's a pity that the long sword didn't move, which made Wu Qianshu's greedy face full of disappointment.

Just when he was a little anxious, the secret door of the secret room slowly opened, and a tall figure walked in quickly.

Closing the secret door, the visitor walked up to Wu Qianshu and took out a delicate jade bottle in his arms.

Wu Qianshu put down the "Falling Moon" sword in his hand, got up and bowed deeply to the person who came, and said respectfully: "Father, why are you here, but it's a pity that the child still can't pull out this sword, so you disappointed your father."

The person who came was Wu Changkong, he looked at the respectful son in front of him and smiled with satisfaction and said: "If this sword can be easily pulled out, I'm afraid it won't fall into your hands, but those old guys never thought that you and my father and son could plan for this for many years, otherwise, with my son's talent, I am afraid that I have already entered the realm of foundation building!"

Qianqishu said with a flattering smile on his face: "Father, you have asked me to suppress my cultivation all these years, is it because of this secret of the sword?"

Wu Changkong said with a smug face: "Yes, do you know? Back then, Lin Luochen relied on this "Cutting the Moon" to fight with the three Yuanying monks without falling behind, relying on the supreme sword intent contained in this sword, our sword cultivation can only become a real sword cultivator by mastering the sword intent, otherwise it is no different from ordinary monks."

Wu Qianshu was shocked in his heart, and hurriedly asked: "Impossible, impossible, it is said that there is a peerless sword technique in this sword, how can it be the legendary sword intent, if so, it is the ancestor of the Yuan Infant who is afraid to be tempted!"

Wu Changkong stretched out his hand and took the "Cutting Moon" sword in his hand, and said with a look of recollection: "Do you want to do it?" It's just that the ancestors have already mastered a sword intent, and it is impossible to comprehend one, when a Jindan monk pulled out this sword, it is a pity that one of them was cut into powder by the sword intent contained in this sword in an instant, and no one has been greedy for this sword for all these years, but it is a pity that they never imagined that the father found the way to crack this sword in an ancient secret book, all of which allowed you to suppress the cultivation, and now the time is ripe, you can get a glimpse of the mystery!" 。

Wu Qianshu said excitedly: "Could it be that I have been desperately suppressing my cultivation all these years just to not succeed at this time."

Over the years, who has cultivated no higher than him in the same generation as him, this makes the arrogant Wu Qianshu angry.

He thought that his father asked him to suppress the cultivation in order to snatch the sword intent in this sword, and he grinned and said, "Could it be that the lower the cultivation, the weaker the sword intent in the sword?"

Seeing his son's words, Wu Changkong was relieved, and he said happily: "Yes, if you want to understand the sword intent contained in this sword, not only can you not cultivate too high, but also use Lin Fan's essence blood as a guide, that day I asked Mei'er to whip Lin Fan with a long whip, those old guys never thought that the long whip is hollow and can absorb human blood, and now I will refine the blood in the whip into essence blood, so that the "Falling Moon" sword will not be hostile to you, and the method of cracking that Lin Luochen left behind will be understood by his father, but unfortunately he would never have thought that he left behind." Falling moon "The sword will be your wedding dress".

After speaking, Wu Changkong proudly raised the jade bottle in his hand, looked at Wu Qianshu with a longing face, and said: "You can drip the blood in the bottle on the hilt of the sword, and then you can pull out this sword and comprehend the sword intent, at that time you will be the top genius of my Feixian Sect, and after a few years, it is absolutely possible to become the head of the sect."

The Wu father and son looked at each other and laughed, and the loud sound of the voice set off a buzz in the secret room.

The top of the secret room is inlaid with this pearl, but the pearl at this time is a little dim, Wu Changkong's fingers flicked, and a pure force was poured into the dim pearl.

For a time, the pearl was full of brilliance, and the dim secret room was as bright as day.

Under the guidance of Wu Changkong, Wu Qianshu sat in the center of the secret room from the new plate.

The "Falling Moon" sword was placed on his knees, calming the excitement in his heart, and Wu Qianshu ran the exercises to bring himself to the peak state.

The spirit and spirit were one, Wu Qianshu's face emitted a moist brilliance, and he picked up the jade bottle and carefully dropped a few drops of bright red essence blood on the hilt of the "Falling Moon" sword.

The blood droplets were brilliant and round, and they landed lightly on the slender hilt of the sword and were slowly absorbed by the sword body.

A complex array pattern on the scabbard slowly surfaced on the surface of the scabbard, and the golden array pattern turned into a closed golden lock, landing on the hilt dripping with blood.

The golden lock that had been submerged in the hilt of the sword quickly disappeared, and a slight "click" sound sounded in Wu Qianshu's ears.

Wu Changkong shouted loudly on the side: "My son will not draw his sword at this time, until when."

Just when Wu Qianshu's bruised palm stretched out to the hilt of the sword.

In a canyon dozens of miles away, Lin Fan's heart was suddenly shocked.

He slowly lowered a suckling pig in his hand, which was the food he had bought in the storage ring in the market.

A day and night of cultivation made him extremely hungry, and he just took out a suckling pig and wanted to eat a big meal, when the sudden warning throbbing in his heart made him look back at the Bulao Mountain, the mountainside.

An incomparably familiar feeling came from the underworld, as if something was calling him.

Lin Fan stood up, and the divine consciousness in his mind comparable to the peak of Jindan roared out, and in an instant, he penetrated through the surface and into the secret room hidden deep underground.

This is Wu Qianshu's palm just held on the hilt of the sword, and the palm that was a little excited and trembling was just about to pull out the sword in the sheath.

Lin Fan's divine consciousness that came at high speed instantly wrapped around the hilt of the "Falling Moon" sword, and he used his essence blood to imprint his divine consciousness into the sword body.

The high-speed divine consciousness made Wu Changkong not in a hurry, and this kind of divine consciousness was extremely unfamiliar, which surprised him.

He shouted: "That Daoist friend came to My Immortal Mountain, the old man Immortal Mountain Flying Immortal Gate Great Elder Wu Changkong, Light Daoist Friend leave immediately Don't disturb Xiao'er's cultivation, otherwise I will kill you."

At this time, as Lin Fan's divine sense imprint fell, Wu Qianshu had just pulled out a wisp of the sword, but then the sword body was like iron as if it was cast in the scabbard, and it didn't move.

Lin Fan felt the sword under his control, and his divine sense was immediately withdrawn, he looked at the surging waterfall and sneered in his heart: "God help me Lin Fan, if you want the sword to be branded by my own divine sense, even if the ancestor himself does not want to pull it out, let you Wu Qianshu be proud for a few days, and after three months, I will personally take back my father's sword."

At this time, the faces of the Wu father and son in the secret room were blue, and this long-planned sword was actually preempted by outsiders.

At this time, the sword in Wu Qianshu's hand, which slightly exposed the sword body, suddenly erupted with a shocking coercion.

This breath was brutal and bloodthirsty, causing the Wu Qianshu Monster to scream and be hit by an incomparable breath.

He was in a mess, rolling and crawling on the ground, and a handsome cheek slammed into a heavy wall to stop his body from rolling.

The red light of the "Falling Moon" sword body flashed, slowly suspended in the air, and the scattered aura raged in the small secret room space.

Wu Changkong's face changed greatly, his cultivation was improved to the extreme, and a cold streamer appeared in his hand.

The icy waves of air rolled, resisting the suffocating pressure.

His face was gloomy, the streamer in his hand flashed, and sword marks appeared around the floating "Falling Moon" sword, and soon a large net woven with sword marks slowly went to the center.

The "Falling Moon" sword roared in a low voice, and the sword body trembled, as if it was unwilling to be suppressed by the sword net.

The slightly exposed blade seemed to want to flick outward.

Wu Changkong's face changed greatly, and he slammed his palm on his heart, and a mouthful of blood came out of his mouth.

The bright red blood water turned into a blood mist in the sky and melted into the sword net in the air.

For a while, the sword net was magnificent, and suddenly shone the "falling moon" sword in the air.

The "Falling Moon" sword let out an unwilling roar, and the blade slowly retreated into the scabbard, and then fell straight down, submerging half a foot deep.

Wu Changkong's face was pale and bloodless, his whole body trembled, and in just a few breaths, all the mana up to the middle stage of the Golden Pill was exhausted.

He leaned against a stone wall and slipped to the ground, gasping for breath.

"Giggles"

Wu Qianshu, who also fell to the side, let out a chuckle.

He didn't care about half of his bruised face, and his face was full of joy when it had become a little ugly.

Standing up excitedly, he quickly rushed to Wu Changkong.

Stretched out a palm and shook it in front of Wu Changkong, and a wisp of scarlet aura emanated in his hand, which surprised Wu Changkong.

He looked ecstatic, looked at the breath in his son's hand and shouted: "Impossible, you can comprehend his sword intent just by leaking the breath, could it be that my son is a supreme genius?"

Yin Hong, like a breath, appeared on Wu Qianshu's face, and he turned his palm with a smirk and said, "Could it be that this is the sword intent, why don't I feel anything, like it came out of thin air."

Wu Changkong was also very excited and said: "As a father, I have never felt the sword intent, I can't give you an answer, maybe the sword intent is like this, you have to contain it in the body, fuse it with the vitality, and in the future, the strong people in the world will have a place for you."

After saying that, the two looked at each other and laughed.

The scene in front of him did not escape, the immortal mountain, the young man in the suspended hall perceived.

He looked at the two laughing people in the secret room with disdain and muttered: "Sword intent, bullshit, that's just a useless wisp of sadistic intent, sword intent is the prototype of the rules, there are never more than 100 cultivators in the world who can truly master sword intent, Lin Fan, how many secrets do you have, your divine sense is actually at the peak of Jindan, it seems that I Feixian Gate is finally going to have a Gaidai wizard."

Next to the turquoise pool, Lin Fan comfortably nibbled on this delicious suckling pig, and drops of fragrant fat flowed down the corners of his mouth.

Just when he was enjoying himself incomparably, the darkness in front of him suddenly fell to the ground, and a cold voice sounded in his head.

"The system deduction is complete, please confirm with the host".